You taste like trouble
And I came thirsty

Your hand on my neck
Your name in my teeth
Streetlights sliding over torn-up seats

You laugh like a sin
I never outgrew
Every bad idea starts looking like you

Windows half down
City rushing by
You move like a match in the corner of my eye

No saints in this car
No innocent kiss
Just heat, cheap smoke, and a night like this

We don’t need saving
We just need somewhere to land
For a minute
For a minute

Backseat hallelujah
Hands where they shouldn’t be
You make the wrong thing feel so good
It sounds like mercy to me

Backseat hallelujah
Your mouth on my history
We burn so bright in the dark
It almost passes for peace

Your lipstick mark
Still fresh on my skin
Like proof I let the chaos back in

You look at me
Like you know the cost
Like you already know which part gets lost

Red light, green light
Pulse in my ears
You turn my common sense into souvenirs

No future talk
No morning plans
Just your heartbeat wrecking the shape of my hands

Say it means nothing
Say it again
Why does it sound like a prayer
In the back of my head?

Backseat hallelujah
Hands where they shouldn’t be
You make the wrong thing feel so good
It sounds like mercy to me

Backseat hallelujah
Your mouth on my history
We burn so bright in the dark
It almost passes for peace

We don’t call it love
We don’t call it clean
We just let the night
Do what it does to me

One more turn
One more lie
One more reason
Not to go home tonight

If heaven ever looked like this
It had cracked leather seats
And your perfume on my ruin

Backseat hallelujah
Hands where they shouldn’t be
You make the wrong thing feel so good
It sounds like mercy to me

Backseat hallelujah
Your mouth on my history
We burn so bright in the dark
It almost passes for peace

Backseat hallelujah
No cure, no sympathy
Just one more beautiful mistake
Still singing through me

You taste like trouble
And I came thirsty